Friday, April 14, 2006

SHAWN OLSON

Shawn was a girl who joined me at Washington. It seemed like she was known by some of my classmates. So she was most likely a product of the catholic schools.

I had Shawn in one class as a freshman. It was Mr. Scriver's history class, in the second semester. She used to sit and gab all day with Stacey Erickson - who sat to my left. On occasion, I was a butt of their jokes. But for the most part, they didn't bother me. About the only time we ever actually conversed was at the end of the year, right after I got busted for the ceiling tiles incident. She kept pressing me for details.

After freshman year, her family must have moved. Because I never saw her again. I brought her name up a few years later. And Dave Svatek said that he'd gone out with her a few times. In fact, he may have screwed her. I don't recall.

Where she is today is a mystery. She has way too common of a name to try and track down. I hope she's well. Oh, as a final note, she wore glasses.

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These are the stories of my life in Two Rivers, Wisconsin. The names have not been changed. My focus will be on all the classmates and teachers I encountered over the years. To the best of my knowledge, everything I write here is true. However I admit that some things may not be. If I have another source, I will do my best to name that source. However, secondhand information is not always accurate. If I've made a mistake, please tell me.
I never considered myself to be a true member of Washington High School's class of 1989. But I was, in name only.
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